Loving Each One

Well, I'm sitting here having a beer
With my dying friend's wife and son
They're filled with 'how did we get here?'
So I try to make them laugh or maybe smile some
Telling stories of the ways their dad and husband was
When things for him had just begun
Until I've gotta run

Now I'm driving alone near my parents home
Listening to my telephone not ring
Singing along to a cover song
That someone's brought back here from 1983
My life's so full these days
That everything is touching something else
And even if you love each one
You miss the space between like nothing else
I miss my self

Now I'm sitting here having a beer
With my long lost ex-first love
The conversation flows just like an auctioneer
Selling memories off one by one
Her eyes are like the windows of a time machine
I can look through them and see my past float past
But if you were to reach out and touch anything
Everything would be different
When you came back

It's just my son and I, on the fourth of July
Driving home from San Diego to LA
I have tears in my eyes, his hands reach for the skies
As we spot all of the fireworks displays
There's one to the left, there's one to the right
Look, Dad, there's one directly up above
And I kiss you soft when I get home
And remember that just loving each one
Is enough
For me